Corky Needs Help

Corky Needs Our Help!

About six months ago a new cat rescue group came into being in Fargo North Dakota. CATS Cradle split from PAAWS to be able to concentrate on rescuing felines and finding them good homes. I got my last cat, Little Bit, from PAAWS. She was found in a State park by Carol Stefonek, who went on to become a co-founder of CATS Cradle. I’m actually allergic to cats, so as much as I’d like to volunteer, I can’t spend too much time around large numbers of cats. I get used to my own, so they don’t bother me, but a half dozen strange cats would lay me out. I think CATS Cradle does good work, so I’ve been contributing 5% of my royalties to them. That doesn’t actually amount to much, but I figure every little bit helps, right?

But now they have a great need. Back at the end of March, a darling 7-month old kitten came to the shelter. His name is Corky. He’s bright and good natured, and full of fun
. He also was born with a severe disability. His hind legs bend backward, and are twisted. He can’t walk on them, so he happily drags himself along on his front feet. By his sweet dispostion and playful nature, it’s plain he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with him. Most people would have just put him to sleep, but the good folks at CATS Cradle decided to fight for him. They found a generous and talented veterinarian who was willing to operate. Even with many services and time being donated, it was estimated the surgery would cost $2500.
Well, it will be many times that. Corky is a brave little soul, and the vet has pronounced the surgery a success, but there have been some bumps in the road for Corky. He’s still at the vet hospital and will be for some time while he undergoes various therapies. That costs money which the shelter, being fairly new, doesn’t have. (And really, how many shelters have lots of excess money, anyway?)

To read some news articles about Corky’s story, click one of the links below.

ABC News

The Inquisitr

CATS Cradle has a Facebook page and Corky is featured heavily there.

If you have a few spare dollars, please consider donating to CATS Cradle to help fund Corky’s recovery. You can find out how to give at:

http://www.facebook.com/CatsCradleShelter

The Cancan Dancer and the Duke by Dara Young

Dara Young can’t wait for May 2nd to get here. So, while she is waiting she thought she’d put together a blog tour to help share the news about her upcoming release. For each comment posted over the 12 days she will give you one entry into a drawing for a $25 gift card to Amazon.com. Please pass on the news! The more the merrier!

Impulsive Hearts http://impulsivehearts.wordpress.com/ May 1st
My Blog http://darayoungwrites.com May 2nd
Mama Kitty Reviews http://mamakittyreviews.com/ May 3rd
Sidney Bristol http://sidneybristol.com/guest-blogs/ May 4th
Arabella Stokes http://southernsizzleromance.wordpress.com/ May 5th
Angel Graham http://angelgrahamauthor.wordpress.com May 6th
That’s What I’m talking About http://www.twimom227.com/ May 7th
Modokker Book Picks http://modokkerbookpicks.blogspot.com/ May 8th
Katherine Grey http://katherinegrey.blogspot.com May 9th
Amie Louellen www.amielouellen.com/blog/ May 10th
Evangeline Holland http://edwardianpromenade.com May 11th
Dariel Raye http://www.pendarielraye.blogspot.com May 12th

The Cancan Dancer and The Duke
The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: May 2, 2012
Can a lady on the lam and a duke on the make find love at the Moulin Rouge?

Cathedrals and museums are not Lady Charise Colton’s idea of European adventure. Turn-of-the-century Paris beckons, and she wants to grab it while she can…or rather, cancan. Flirting with fate and half of Paris, Charise eludes her chaperones and joins the cancan revue at the Moulin Rouge.

Ethan Greer, Duke of Lofton, is in Paris to settle some estate business. Chafing under his responsibilities, he discovers an enchanting distraction at the Moulin Rouge, a flirtatious dancer who stirs his lust and something more. He must have her—even if it means offering carte blanche.

Terrified of discovery, Charise tries to hold her persistent suitor at bay, though her heart has already surrendered. Will she lose him if he learns the truth, or is love enough to bind the cancan dancer and the duke?

Excerpt:

The singular sound was a soft whisper at first. The audience strained forward to catch even a note of the eerie melody carried on the fetid air of the cafe. As the song picked up, her voice grew stronger, the words more clear. Ethan relaxed into his seat and let the warm rich alto caress him. His body grew warm with the promises carried by the witch’s husky tones.

He remained unaware of anything in the room except the siren walking toward him. Each steady, unhurried step she took further drew him in. His gaze feasted on the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. Ethan rode the knife’s edge between lust and propriety.

The song described, in lurid detail, two lovers in the throes of passion. Upon reaching him, the dancer propped the toe of her boot onto the edge of his seat—square between his thighs. The luscious creature presented impossibly sheer bloomers which hid everything and yet nothing, causing him to let out the breath he, until now, unknowingly held. His c**k grew rigid, the uncomfortable throbbing causing him to shift. The desire to haul her into his arms and demonstrate every action she described with the most sensuous mouth he’d ever seen rode him hard. Her full lower lip begged for his kiss. Ethan wanted to see it slick and glowing pink from his attentions.

The wanton dancer continued to taunt him, but his good breeding won out. Forcing himself to stay seated, his fists balled and his jaw grew rigid with frustration, but his raging lusts remained leashed. The song ended, sending her into the nether regions of the cafe in a swirl of skirts.

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I’m in One of THOSE Moods!

Yes, I get moody sometimes. Right now I’m feeling dissatisfied with my life and my writing. Things aren’t flowing smoothly. When I wrote Sleeping With the Wolf, the words just poured out of me. I wouldn’t say it was easy, but compared to how I feel right now, it was. Maybe it’s because when I wrote Carla and Taye’s story, it was still not officially a job. At that point, my writing was a hobby that I could set aside for months on end. I love writing, and I have no plans to give it up. This is just one of those moods that strikes from time to time.

The point of this post is … Hm. What was it again? Oh, yeah. When I get into these moods I usually do something drastic. I was in this mood when I joined the army 30 years ago. I was in this mood when I gave away my precious velvet Tudor gown and French Hood. (When I say precious, I mean it had $300 worth of freshwater pearls and real gold thread embroidery that I slaved over. It took me over 6 months to make that dress). I was in this mood 16 months ago when I whacked off 15″ of hair to donate to Locks of Love.

I’m afraid to leave the apartment. Who knows what I’ll do in this mood. A couple of people are teasingly (maybe teasingly?) suggesting I get a tattoo. I’m 50! What’s more, I’m afraid of needles. What’s even more, i’m broke. Somebody talk me down.   🙂

 

 

What’s Sky Been Up To?

Do you remember Sky, the seventeen year old whose wolf chose Rose to be his mate? Remember how he grabbed her, held her against the wall and kissed her against her will? After Taye tore him away from Rose and threw him into a wall, Sky decided to leave Karney and find work in Omaha until Rose was old enough for him to court properly. Do you wonder how things are going for him in Omaha? Me, too. He’s been pestering me to write a scene for him, but I’m still working on Eddie’s Prize, and then there’s Wolf’s Prize. I have the opening scene for Quill and Ellie’s story  circling my brain and I want to write it. But back to the scene Sky is pushing at me.

Sky and Quill arrived in Omaha in November and it is now early December. The big city is a shock to them. For one thing, many of the more affluent homes have running water and electricity. For another, the women of Omaha walk all over town by themselves. The men in Omaha hardly seem to notice the women. Sky thinks it might be because of the dozens of peacekeepers who patrol the town. Work on the railroad won’t begin until the snow is gone in spring, and no one wants to hire a pair of half-feral teenagers for the winter. With no money to buy food or housing, the boys have to rely on their wolves to hunt their own food.  They can’t stay in wolf form in Omaha because the one time they nosed their way into a stable for shelter, they were shot at by the peacekeepers. Hungry and homesick, Quill argues that they should return to the Clan until spring. As proud and stubborn as any other Alpha, Sky refuses.

Their luck changes one morning as they are going door to door in the business section of Omaha. They see a well dressed middle-aged woman being followed and harrassed by a group of rude men. Naturally, Sky and Quill are furious at this disrepect to a woman, and appalled that she is out alone unprotected. No Peacekeeper is in sight and they don’t bother to go find one. Instead, they beat the snot out of the men and offer to escort the woman to safety.  The woman is Miss Lucille, an aging star of one of Omaha’s leading whorehouses. She’s surprised that two such young men are so strong and able to fight so well. As a thank you, she offeres them a freebie. Quill is horrified, but Sky remembers how his kiss didn’t please Rose. He asks Lucille to teach him how to kiss properly.  She teaches him taht and a whole lot more. Sky and Quill go to live at the whorehouse, earning their way as bouncers. Who better to keep the working girls safe than a pair of wolves who idolize women?

 

I don’t want to give too much away. I can’t write this scene right now, but I suspect I will write it soon. Sky won’t shut up.

 

13 Paragraphs from Sherry’s Wolf

On or around March 25, I’ll be posting the .pdf version of my free read Sherry’s Wolf here on my blog. It will go up on Smashwords at that same time, and from there it will go to other online bookstores. It will be a free read, but Amazon requires a price of at least $0.99 to post a book there. They will price match the lowest price, but that might take a while so I won’t upload to Amazon until later in April. The smart thing would be to get it from Smashwords or here on my blog. I hate the idea of people paying even $0.99 for something that should be free, especially something that I want to be a thank you to my readers.

 

Here are 13 paragraphs from Sherry’s Wolf. Enjoy!

     Stag settled into one of the hard wooden chairs beneath the window. Taye joined him, still holding his book. “My mate,” Stag answered gloomily. “She wants me to wait until summer to kiss her again.”

     Taye’s brows rose. “You kissed her?”

     “Last night.” Heat poured through his body when he remembered the feel of her tongue playing with his. “I went too far and now she’s running scared.”

     Taye ran a thumb over the spine of his battered paperback. “Did she like your kiss?” he asked carefully.

     “Yeah.”

     Stag was sure of that. She held onto his wrist in a grip so strong she’d used it to lift her mouth closer to him. And she hadn’t stopped him sooner, even though she said she should have. Most telling of all had been her scent. It had been heavy with desire. Yeah, she liked kissing him. It was only the memory of a dead husband that made her stop.

     “She liked it. I think she liked it too much. She told me to go back to the Clan until Christmas. She’s scared, Taye. She said I scared her.”

     Taye was kind enough to not remark on the shame that flooded Stag. The sharp scent of it was strong in the air. He held up his book. “Same thing happened to Dante when he was courting Lady Amber.”

     “Who?”

     Taye waved the book. “Dante the pirate fell in love with the Governor’s daughter but he couldn’t have her, see, because she was a lady and he was scum. So he kidnapped her and took her on his ship and set sail. He teased her with kisses every day until she fell so deeply in love that she agreed to marry him. And they lived happily ever after.”

     Stag eyed the faded cover of the book. The title scrolled over the top of the page in fancy letters: The Black Dragon’s Woman. A kneeling woman, whose strange dress was falling off her shoulders, clung to the leg of a bare-chested man. The woman had her head tilted back, staring up at the man in doe-eyed adoration. The man had one fist clenched on the rail of a ship, staring out to sea like he didn’t even notice he had a woman kneeling in front of him. They were apparently caught in a strong wind, since their hair and clothes streamed behind them.

     “No offense, Taye, but that picture is disgusting. I don’t ever want to see Sherry kneeling in front of me.”

     Taye’s smile was dreamy. “There’s things a woman can do on her knees in front of a man …” He cleared his throat. “The thing is, Dante took his woman away from everyone else. In his cabin they were alone and no one interrupted them. They didn’t have any distractions while they fell in love.”

     “Taye, that’s just a book. It’s not real. And, um, what does a woman do on her knees …? No, don’t answer that!”

13 Pix Just For Fun

Here are 13 random pix of me, friends, and stuff I’ve made.

A bit of schtick at church

The Honorable Lord Thorbjorn (Thunderbunny)

 

A reminder that one of my books was a Top Pick!Me, being made a baroness

 

 

Me, being made a baroness

Lady ArbonA bit of schtick at church

 

 

Goofing off

 

Merry Miaow

 

Owl Cup Cozy

 

Jayne hat

 

Masuka

 

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Giving Away 5 Copies of Sherry’s Wolf!

The rough draft and first set of revisions of Sherry’s Wolf are done! I have sent the manuscript out to several beta readers and have already heard back from two of them. I have a few minor changes to make, but over all, They Liked It! To celebrate, I will be giving away 5 pdf ARCs (Advanced Reader Copies). This contest will only be open to members of my newsletter. Sign up for the Newsletter is HERE. This weekend I will send out a newsletter with an entry form attached, so sign up quick for your chance to win. I will be drawing 5 names on Friday March 9, and will send the ARCs out that same night.

 

My goal is to have this story ready to go live on  Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, etc, the first week of April. It may take longer for it to show up on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, since they load things up according to their own schedule, but it will get out eventually. Sherry’s Wolf will be a free read. It is just over 31,000 words long, so it qualifies as a novella. For comparison, Sleeping With the Wolf is 42,500 words long and Wolf Tracker is 73,000 words long. Although other characters from the books appear briefly, this is really about Stag and Sherry.

 

Poor Stag has waited so long for his mate to accept him that I’m afraid has lost his patience altogether.  And Sherry has been drawn to Stag from the beginning, but she has good reason to be reluctant to accept him. How do these two ever manage to come together? Win an ARC and find out!

 

Rough Draft of Sherry’s Wolf Finished!

Yes, the rough (very rough!) draft of Sherry’s Wolf is complete. I need to go back and add a few details, plus prune a lot of redundant, rambling internal monogue, and some other changes, including smoothing out the ending. But I’m putting it off until Tuesday. This weekend I’m knitting, spinning, sewing and reading for fun.  Yippee!

To celebrate the completion of the first draft, here is anothe snippet for Sherry’s Wolf. (Unedited, of course!)

Stag found Taye in the rec room by the window, sitting in one of the chairs that were grouped around a small table, frowning down at a book in his hand. The Alpha scented him before he came close and got up with a smile.

“Hey, Taye.”

Taye gave him a one armed hug. “What brings you here?”

Stag settled into one of the hard wooden chairs beneath the window. Taye joined him, still holding his book. “My mate,” Stag answered gloomily. “She wants me to wait until summer to kiss her again.”

Taye’s brows rose. “You kissed her?”

“Last night.” Heat poured through his body when Stag remembered the feel of her tongue playing with his. “I went too far and now she’s running scared.”

Taye ran a thumb over the spine of his battered paperback. “Did she like your kiss?” he asked carefully.

“Yeah.”

Stag was sure of that. She held onto his wrist in a grip so strong she’d used it to lift her mouth closer to him. And she hadn’t stopped him sooner even though she said she should have. Most telling of all had been her scent. Yeah, she liked kissing him. It was only the memory of a dead husband who had hurt her that made her stop.

“She liked it. I think she liked it too much. She told me to go back to the Clan until Christmas. She’s scared, Taye. She said I scared her.” Stag knew that Taye could smell his anguish at that. Even if he wanted to hide it he couldn’t.

Taye held up his book. “Same thing happened to Dante when he was courting Lady Amber.”

“Who?”

Taye waved the book. “Dante the pirate fell in love with the Governor’s daughter but he couldn’t have her, see, because she was a lady and he was pirate scum. So he kidnapped her and took her on his ship and sailed away. He teased her with kisses every day until she fell so deeply in love that she agreed to marry him. And they lived happily ever after.”

Stag eyed the faded cover of the book. The title scrolled over the top of the page in fancy letters: The Black Dragon’s Woman. A kneeling woman whose strange dress was falling off her shoulders clung to the leg of a bare-chested man. The woman had her head tilted back, staring up at the man in doe-eyed adoration. The man had one fist clenched on the rail of a ship, staring out to sea like he didn’t even notice he had a woman kneeling in front of him. They were apparently caught in a strong wind, since their hair and clothes streamed behind them.

“No offense, Taye, but that picture is disgusting. I don’t ever want to see Sherry kneeling in front of me.”

Taye’s smile was dreamy. “There’s things a woman can do on her knees in front of a man …” He cleared his throat. “The thing is, Dante took his woman away from everyone else. In his cabin they were alone and no one interrupted them. They didn’t have any distractions.”

“Taye,” Stag said carefully. “That’s just a book. It’s not real. And, um, what does a woman do on her knees …? No, don’t answer that!””

Taye’s smile turned wolfish. “You sure you don’t wanna know?”

Actually, Stag thought he had a pretty good idea. On her knees, Sherry’s face would be close to his cock. The thought of her mouth on him as his mouth had been on her breast last night had him shifting in his chair. His breechcloth didn’t hide anything, so Taye had to know why he barked, “Not now!”

Taye had the decency to tone his grin down. “Okay. Back to The Black Dragon’s Woman. Women have been reading these stories for years. They like it. I know it’s not real, but if you treat Sherry right she’ll be like Amber. She’ll fall in love with you.”

“I’m not a pirate! I can’t kidnap her and take her out to sea.”

“No, but you could take her out to the cabin over east of Sheep Head Hill, the one Laura and his Beagle hide out in. Keep her there for a week while you court her. If you have her alone, she’ll have to pay attention to you.”

Alone with Sherry … “No, it would be too dangerous. What if someone came on us? A beautiful woman with only one man to protect her? We’d be attacked and Sherry would be stolen.”

“I’ll send a couple of the boys to run patrol around the cabin,” Taye offered.

That would work. The thought of having Sherry all to himself was tempting. Would a week be enough time to make her forget her husband? He could prove to her that he wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe she would fall in love with him. What could it hurt? Right now she wanted him to leave her. He couldn’t stand that.

Taye could see his inner debate. He held out the book. “Here. Read this. Then come back and tell me if you want us to guard you and Sherry at the cabin.”

Stag took the battered paperback doubtfully. “What am I supposed to find out when I read this?”

“What women like in bed.”

Well, that was probably worth a couple hours of his time. Sherry was no virgin, not with her marriage to LeRoi, but he was. He’d had nothing but years of hot dreams of what he’d do with his mate if he ever found her. He sighed and nodded to Taye. “I’ll be out in the sweat lodge.”

It was nearly supper time when he returned to the rec room. The room was crowded. Rose and the Grandmother were by the window, winding yarn into balls. The skinny blonde, Mrs. Madison was there, in a chair by the fireplace, with her husband Eddie standing at her side. His cousin Dan and his new wife were beside them, Dan carving and Tami braiding a rug. About a dozen members of the Pack were there, too, lolling on furs on the floor, and Taye was sitting on the floor beside his mate, his head tipped back so the Lupa could finger comb his hair. Everyone looked up as Stag burst in. He ignored them to wave the book angrily in Taye’s face.

“He strips her naked and ties her to the bed?” he roared.

Sherry’s Wolf Update and Excerpt

I’ve been hard at work on Sherry’s Wolf, and the end is in sight at last. I won’t actually have it done this weekend as hoped, so now my deadline is February 25.  In my defense, I have to say that Sherry is a much more complicated woman than I had first believed. I will have to do some fairly major re-writing of chapters 2-5. It will probably be about 28,000 words, a solid novella length and I hope to have it out around March 25. Depends on how long my beta readers and editor take with it and how easy it is to format it for Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Here is a short excerpt of Sherry finally accepting Stag’s mate bond. Sherry is sitting up in bed, and Stag is perched on the edge of the bed. This is totally unedited, so please excuse the errors.

Sherry shifted on the bed, a mere inch from Stag’s naked thigh. “I guess what I’m trying to say is: I’m sorry I’ve been so … so dither-y.”

“Dither-y?” Stag blinked with adorable confusion.

“Yeah, first I’m coming on to you, then I’m pushing you away.” She reached up to put the empty glass on the top of chest of drawers. “I’m done with that. I won’t lie; I’m a little nervous about this, so be gentle, okay?”

His mystified expression froze when she put her hands on his warm bare shoulders and dragged them down his pecs and lower. She hesitated at his belly button, all too aware that his nakedness didn’t hide his body’s reaction to her touch. But she didn’t stroke any lower. She didn’t dare. Her boldness trembled on the verge of collapsing as it was.

“Stag?” she asked nervously. “Is this okay? Do you mind if I touch you?”

She watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed hard. “Are you accepting me as your mate?”

Now she was the one to swallow hard. “Yes.” The word cracked, so she swallowed again and spoke more firmly. “Yes. Be patient with me. I didn’t do a very good job being a wife the first time around, but I’ll try harder with you.”

“You were a good wife, better than that man deserved.” Stag reached a long brown hand to cup her cheek. “I’ll be the best mate I can be. I’ll protect you and provide for you always. I’m not in love with you. That’s for giddy children who base their commitment on feelings. I love you, which is more permanent because it’s a choice I’ve made. I think you’re beautiful, and a lot braver than you give yourself credit for. I’ve seen how good you are with the other women at the Plane Womens’ House.  You work hard to help them. You deserve to have someone to take care of you. You will always come first with me.”

“And you’ll let me have a little freedom, right?”

“Right,” he agreed. “I’m not the only one of us who will need to be patient. I promise to try to not be a male chauvinist pig, but habits are hard to break.”

She suppressed a spurt of surprise that he even knew what a male chauvinist pig was. Of course, he –and all the other wolves– defined ‘male chauvinist pig’. “Kiss me, Stag,” she whispered.

His hands settled on her shoulders. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said fervently. “I promised Taye I wouldn’t touch you until you invited me to.”

That made her snort out a chuckle. She’d never imagined Taye Wolfe as a chaperone before. It made her like him a little better. “Consider yourself invited, dear.”

Stag kissed her lips once gently. And again. Sherry wanted more. She opened her lips under his and licked at his closed mouth.

“Open your mouth, Stag,” she whispered against his lips.

“Okay. I just don’t want to go too far and scare you again.”

“You can go as far as you like now. You can go all the way. You better go all the way. I like you being gentle, but you don’t have to be so gentle.”

13 places I visit online

For Thursday 13 this week I thought I’d write about where I go when I’m online. Most of these are a no-brainer for my witing friends. Others may surprise you. 🙂

 

1. www.facebook.com  Duh. Facebook. I spend way too much time there.

2. www.allaboutromance.com  A romance site. I really like reading their reviews and the forums.

3. http://omgthatdress.tumblr.com/ A blog that is almost exclusively pictures of vintage (AND OLDER) clothing. I spend HOURS drooling over the dresses from the 1800s.

4. www.goodreads.com A fun place to troll for new reading material.

5. www.romancedivas.com  Yep, my fave place to go for writing help and companionship.

6.http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/ The blog of a very well known and clever knitter, spinner and writer.

7. http://www.istok.net/church-brocade/  When I want really spiffy fabric to make a medieval (specifically, byzantine) dress, this is where I go.  It’s gorgeous stuff, but since it runs from $40.00 to over $300.00/meter I mostly window shop.

8. www.northshield.org  The web home of my SCA kingdom

9. www.ravelry.com  A marvelous and addicting fiber arts site

10. http://minnesota.twins.mlb.com/  I am a huge baseball geek. Actually, a Twins geek. Last year sucked for them, but spring training is starting and it’ll be better.

11. http://www.archaeologica.org/NewsPage.htm  A collection of news stories about archeological interest posted daily. There are a ton of great ideas for historical romance stories in these articles.

12. http://www.baenebooks.com/c-1-free-library.aspx Baen books has over 100 books that you can download free in the format of your choice. These are full length sci-fi & fantasy books, by best selling authors like Mercedes Lackey, Andre Norton, David Weber, Jaqueline Carey and lots more.

13. http://thepioneerwoman.com/  Entertaining site with lots of stuff by I mostly go for the recipes.

 

There. Now, where do you go when you’re online?

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